Transmigrated Empresses (Male and Female)

Chapter 82

"There must be a reason for resigning!" Qianqing patiently tried to stall for time with me.

It's written right there, but you just don't read it.

"Shen Ziyi!" Qianqing yelled at me.

Seeing this, Xiao Hai quietly slipped out.

Ugly humility remains as immovable as a mountain.

Are you mute?

My shoes are still the best looking.

Qianqing stood up and walked towards me: "Raise your head."

No, not at all.

"Tell me! Who upset you!"

It's written on the paper.

"Shen Ziyi! This is not your home. Have you forgotten all the manners of a subject?"

I remember, people are always seated at government meetings.

"Who are you throwing a tantrum at! Speak up!"

I wasn't being stubborn; I was resigning. I lowered my head, trying to appear serious, when Qianqing angrily slammed her teacup in front of me.

Oh no, I spilled tea on my feet. I'll have to change my shoes when I get back. But damn it, the water's so hot! I endured the pain and kept standing.

Seeing that I was stubborn, Qianqing waved to Chouqian and said, "Sikong, see which of his tricks is wrong and straighten him out."

Chou Qian glanced at me indifferently and asked even more casually, "What are your requirements?"

I peeked at him through my eyelids.

“If it’s not too outrageous, the Emperor will grant your request.”

I wouldn't do it even if I agreed; the job was too dangerous and not worth the risk. I curled my toes and resolutely remained silent.

"Are you crazy?!" Qian Qingchu cursed at me in front of me.

I glared at him in my mind, and became even more determined not to say a word.

"Should I send you to the Imperial Clan Court?"

Why are you sending me to the Imperial Clan Court? I'm here to resign, not to accept punishment. I glared at him again and spontaneously moved to find the Imperial Seal to stamp my name.

Qianqing looked at me rummaging through things, then stood with Chouqian, arms crossed.

I searched the table but couldn't find what I was looking for.

Qianqing nudged Chouqian with her elbow and asked, "What do you think is wrong with him?"

Chou Qian said decisively, "Either he's obsessing over trivial matters, or someone has offended him. And it's a big shot, otherwise he wouldn't have alarmed you with his resignation, nor would he be so downcast."

I suppressed my anger, flipped through the imperial seal, and said, "You ugly bastard, you deserve to be torn to pieces! Even though you guessed half right, I'm still going to resign and show you!"

[Main Text: Chapter Forty-Eight]

What are you looking for?

Where can Qianqing put the imperial seal?

"If you search again, I will punish you for treason."

Don't scare me. If you could do that, I would have died two hundred times over.

I flipped through my things, and they started talking about official business, something about the border war, but they didn't mention Wu Hui, which I wasn't interested in.

After they finished talking, Chou Qian suddenly looked up and said, "You don't need to look anymore, the Imperial Seal is in the Qiande Hall."

Why didn't you say so earlier? I'm so angry! You wasted my time! I kicked the dragon table hard, then reluctantly returned to my spot to wait for Qian Qing's wrath.

Qianqing frowned as she chatted with Chouqian.

They seem to be having a great conversation; surely they won't just leave me here waiting!

I looked around and remembered that there seemed to be a sword hanging here.

I looked around and finally found a finely carved longsword in the corner.

I thought this would solve the problem, so I took it down and went back to use it. But when I actually picked up that seemingly frail sword, I realized how incredibly heavy it was.

Do you expect me to carry it back? It's so inconvenient to use.

If only I were here, I'd have him carry the knife for me.

I glanced at the weapon with lingering reluctance, then spontaneously found a chair to sit down and wait for the leader.

I sat idly in a chair and watched them.

Ugly Qian always manages to make anyone look even more handsome. Sigh! Poor guy.

A cup of tea would be even better. I looked around and found a cup of tea between Chou Qian and Qian Qing. Could they be sharing a cup? I shuddered. It seems that the prime minister and the emperor are indeed the most likely to have a love story.